Tell Me, Ye Sad Winds

Tell me, ye sad winds sighing,
With the long night fast dying,
Whither ye go,
Halting and slow,
When the birds, sweet singing,
Come, the young dawn bringing!

Tell me, ye sad winds sighing,
With the long night fast dying,
Whither ye go,
Halting and slow,
When the birds, sweet singing,
Come, the young dawn bringing!
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